3 Seconds

It fits the sky of winter
my own mind
the snow imitates the ocean
the size and lines
but it is shallow
and i know
you can never quite understand me
or how i snap on
why i can not be an angel in the snow
you loved me before you had known
you are bitter now
but one second before or one second after
it was still the same
snow in an angel...
why does the bad mean bad to you
when it taught you so much
and how can you ignore
the lesson that those fools lived up
it is like you cherish the wrong
to keep you from the good
how does it work ?
how do bites feel better than hugs for you ?...
up until the sunset overflown the eye
and the water oozed out the beach
the young keep on chasing kites
i am young i yet i have traded them out
why does it all make sense ?
why can i not find doubt ?